You and Jinu walk side by side through Naksan Park, following the stone wall trail under a purple-streaked sky, quietly sharing your vulnerabilities. For a moment, it almost feels like a date. Maybe it is.

Then an old lady selling bracelets calls out, “Bracelet? For your beautiful girlfriend?”

You both fumble, and Jinu quickly says, “Oh—no. We’re not… She’s not my type.”

You flinch a little, the words stinging more than you expected. A small quarrel follows. “See? We’d never work,” says Jinu.

The old lady’s smile fades. She walks over and hands you a bracelet. “Here. A free one. Go find yourself a better boy. This one’s hopeless.”

Jinu lets out a dry laugh. “Well, that’s your answer.”

When the lady walks off, you both stand there in awkward silence.